Chapter 2
Nora looked at the broken cup.
Then at the servants.
Then at me.
Her face tried to become wounded, offended, innocent.
It failed.
“Gabriel,” she said. “You’re grieving. That video is fake.”
I held up the phone.
“My dead wife recorded it the night she died.”
“Anyone can edit a video.”
“A four-year-old hidden servant edited it?”
Lily flinched at the word servant.
I saw it.
My stomach turned.
Nora had not only stolen my child.
She had made her work in my house.
In my house.
Under my roof.
Close enough to see me.
Far enough that I never looked.
That shame hit so hard I almost bent under it.
I stood and lifted Lily from the floor.
She was too light.
Far too light.
Her cheek was already swelling where Nora had struck her.
When I held her, she stiffened like comfort was dangerous.
I lowered my voice.
“You’re safe with me.”
Her fingers clutched my jacket.
Nora laughed sharply.
“This is insane. You don’t know where that child came from.”
I looked at my housekeeper, Mrs. Vale, standing by the wall.
She had served my family for twenty years.
Her eyes were wet.
“Mrs. Vale.”
She trembled.
“Yes, sir.”
“How long has Lily been here?”
Her face crumpled.
“Three years, sir.”
Three years.
The room spun.
“She came when she was one?”
Mrs. Vale covered her mouth.
“Nora said the child belonged to a runaway maid. She said we were not to speak of it.”
I turned back to Nora.
“You brought my daughter into my house as a servant.”
“She would have been in an orphanage without me.”
Lily whispered against my chest, “She locked me in the laundry room when I cried.”
My grip tightened around her.
Nora’s eyes flashed.
“She lies.”
I looked at Lily.
“What did she give me tonight?”
Lily shook.
“Tea.”
“What was wrong with it?”
She looked at the floor.
“I saw her put drops in it. From the blue bottle.”
Nora lunged.
Not at me.
At the broken cup.
At the puddle.
At the evidence.
I moved Lily behind me and caught Nora’s wrist before she reached the floor.
“Don’t.”
Her mask shattered.
“You ungrateful fool,” she hissed. “You were supposed to die quietly.”
Every servant heard it.
I felt the room inhale.
Nora realized too late.
I turned to my security chief standing by the doorway.
“Lock the estate.”
Nora jerked against my grip.
“You can’t.”
“I can.”
“Gabriel, think. A scandal will destroy the family name.”
I leaned closer.
“You already did.”
Security moved.
Doors closed.
Phones came out.
Mrs. Vale called the police with shaking hands.
I carried Lily away from the tea and sat her on the sofa near the fireplace.
She kept staring at me like I might disappear.
I knelt.
“Lily, did your mother tell you my name?”
She nodded.
“Daddy Gabriel.”
My eyes burned.
“Did you know I was here?”
“She said you were far away in the big rooms. Nora said if I went near you, she would send me to the dark house.”
“What dark house?”
Her eyes filled with terror.
“The cellar.”
I turned.
Mrs. Vale sobbed.
I had a cellar beneath the east wing.
Old wine storage.
Locked for years, I thought.
“Nora put you there?”
Lily nodded.
“When I was bad.”
I closed my eyes.
Every elegant dinner.
Every charity gala.
Every night I sat in grief while my daughter slept under my roof in fear.
I wanted to destroy everything.
Instead, I opened my eyes and spoke gently.
“You are not bad.”
Her lower lip trembled.
“You don’t know.”
“I know enough.”
Police arrived within twenty minutes.
Nora had regained some composure by then.
She claimed I was unstable.
That grief had made me delusional.
That the child had manipulated me.
Then Detective Harris tested the tea residue.
He found sedative compounds.
Not proof of murder yet.
Enough to cuff Nora.
Her face changed when the metal closed around her wrists.
“Gabriel, don’t do this.”
I looked at Lily’s swollen cheek.
“I’m not doing this. Amelia did.”
Nora’s eyes went black.
“She was always weak.”
I stepped forward.
The detective blocked me with a hand.
“Mr. Ashford.”
I stopped.
Barely.
Nora smiled like she had won one last inch.
Then Lily spoke from behind me.
“My mommy was not weak.”
Nora’s smile vanished.
Lily stepped closer, still shaking.
“She saved me.”
The detective led Nora away.
As she passed, she whispered to me, “You’ll never prove the fire.”
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I looked at the phone in my hand.
“Watch me.”
